I Knock On The Garden Door Poem by Kyle Schlicher

I knock on the garden door.
I wait
as no one answers.
I knock again,

no answer.

I push the door open
and walk inside.

Sunlight streams
off the rose bushes,
shadows on the grass.

Ivy climbs clinging
to the tree bark.

Wild flowers
lean toward the warming light.

A hummingbird rides
upon invisible wings.

Water trickles over
rocks in place.

Listen closely,
the heart of the garden beats.

Strange.
My knock went unanswered.

(5-13-1973)